Woah
Is this
Fur?
What
Have I
Become?
Where
Am I
Being held?
How
Has this
Happened?
When
Will I
Return?
Who
Would do
Such a thing?
Why
Do I
Feel strange?
How
Can I
Stop this?
Hatred
Coursing
Through my
Veins.
Run.
Find
My way
Out.
His
Blood
Smells
Delicious.
My
Claws
Ripping up
His face.
Finally
Dinner
Has been
Served.
Bon
Appetite
I love
This taste.
No
Way
To turn
Back.
Now.
Forever.
I have
Changed.

Great one, @GeorgeJensenJr! I also really appreciate the layout on the page, @Sjeanyoon. Thinking about that makes me think we should do a shape poems prompt together! I'll have to think about how that could work...